saw you at work sometime last week
and a pale, trembling part of me died 
so i drove myself home that same night 
and i took out the pretty parts still inside 

cut them out one by one 
and hung them on the dripping wall  
like it doesn’t bother me  
bother me

hiding in public

Regarding my time spent in Panama City, Florida

honestly, i still don’t know who to be for you
i wish you’d put a gun to the nape of my neck
or dig a knife into my fucking trachea
anything, for me
i wish you would

i think you’re so pretty babe, i want to die at your hands
feel them around my throat knuckles white hands clasped tight
just string me up to bleed with all of these feelings i still can’t begin to perceive
anything, for me
i wish you would

(i swear
when i close my eyes
your face bores holes right back into mine)

snowfall with you

i bet
i’ll sleep it off on the couch again
won’t let the issues 
get the best of my head
no matter how cliche
i won’t let them get in my way

i bet
it would be easier to pretend
and take the feeling of constant pain
if only you’d take that pain away

couch

veins

burn

i dont wanna feel this way no more 
wont chase you anymore

no more ( demo )

Recuerdos - demo

what’s wrong with a lil bit of dreaming?

sometimes I wonder if pat the bunny is still alive

multi-project shitposting 

giving a butterfly a skeleton
i have feelings too
the stars in october